Dear Mr Soop arrive home at 6:pm, having left at 7:am. The Pass was closed en-route to Glasgow, hence the coach was diverted. On the return journey, it had reopened.
Three nurses removed the scalp dressing and attempted to clean the very nasty lesions. They were undecided about how to proceed further. He has therefore to return to Glasgow on Tuesday next. The next appointment will be with the skin-graft surgeon.
This morning, quite unexpectedly, the lesions began to bleed. He had blood trickling down his neck. He has just this moment left to see the nurse at the local surgery.
Bless him, he still has to have the abdominal aortic aneurysm measured and keep an appointment at the Cancer hospital for his latest lymphoma update. Both will take place later this month. I shall accompany him and we'll stay over at the Premier Inn (for the obligatory fish, chips and mushy peas). 
Tomorrow...ta da...I shall celebrate my 83rd birthday. In spirit, I am youthful. In body, I am otherwise. I continue to count my many blessings.
We have treats planned. Why not? At some point, I shall raise a glass of cheer to every one of you amazing lot. Just imagine if we could all get together to have a proper knees-up.
I shall return on Friday to update you. In the meantime, my very best wishes are winging their way across the miles.
